Creative Non-Fiction

My life didn't start out the greatest in the beginning but with the will to want more and most importantly God, things really can change. No one saw me becoming the man that I've become to be but yet here I am. This is not to glorify street life or anything negative, I'm simply telling my life as it happened and as I recall it. From a guy who was told I was unapproachable to a guy people love to be around today. I'm just happy the past is the past and AT LAST I ARRIVED.

On the thirty first day of the first pagan month in the year numbered 2019, my mother, Lila Lee Simpson, said goodbye to this bountiful Earth, a destiny awaiting all living beings. Her body shone luminous and the day was miraculous. I had the honor and privilege of being with her and laying her body to rest as it should be – intact, whole, no embalming, no cremation, no funeral industry chemicals, body plugs, wires, glues or make up. The story grew much larger than a simple descriptive narrative. It morphed into a tale of my idyllic childhood, seen through the lens of America’s self-destruction and fall from grace. You will read of miracles as well as be exposed to difficult or unco ...

Eighteen entertaining vignettes written by a man who sells insurance to support his writing habit.